The Modern Age Woman

It was my first Long falling poem about an independent woman marching her way through the odds.

Deep down my heart veins,
There prevailed the clouds of darkness that rained
But I condensed them like morning dew,
And decorated my eyes with its kohl;
And the world hymned, so divine and beautiful.

Sometimes my blood ran cold and thick,
As a steady frozen wind.
But I embraced them and rouged my lips with its redness,
And gazing at them left the world speechless.

At times I heard the world,
entangling me in their gossips and words;
Twisted up in their jealous rage,
Yet, I captivated them and wore them around my ears;
Oh! And how it gleamed, so yellow & bright,
They were my earrings that intertwined the dark sides;
unknown to the world that was so wide.

I often hear the rainstorm of sorrows around me,
and people deeply mourning on a silent breeze.
But I denounce this endless grief;
And twirl them in my jet black hair,
and tie them into a ponytail;
Then they flow so carefree like the glorious dazzling sea,
and how they murmur in Romeo’s style,
O, she doth teach the torch to burn bright!

While walking the edges of my life,
I stumble, tremble and get wounded high
The rocks and stones become the friends of my feet,
Yet, I accept the pain and wear it as a gift;
Tied up in my anklets that contains all the agony,
But I walk the streets with all my vanity
They sweetly tinkle at my each step,
Signaling about the forthcoming future that lays ahead.

At the midnight in the silence of time,
When everyone sets their fancies free;
My woes stretches and hardens into infinity
And they give rise to, but so soft, so calm yet eloquent,
My beautiful bosoms;
And all men treasures this bright designs,
Unaware of the pain it holds inside.

Thy earth full of dust and haze,
Nights of storms and days of craze
all that sings a melancholy strain,
but yet I preserve them and personify my body,
With its flowery polka dress;
That creates an exotic grace
and moves men’s heart without any stress.

So here I am all dressed up,
Come and click me with all you have.
As I look so enhanced,
Flashing a smile that’s so intense,
But remember, that’s not the smile from my heart and soul,
But rather a pain hidden in my belly it bored.

I hear some people grumbling and whispering,
Staring at my photo and wondering;
Look at her how graceful she looks ,
Who ravages the world with her trance that allures
Alas! How intensely she lives with all her charm,
And that veils our senses with no alarm.

Hence, now I know that I am an adroit actor.
Because I can flaunt my pseudo smile faster
How much ever I try to suppress my troubled soul,
But the hassled clouds reveals
The utmost grief it feels.

So here I lock all my fantasies,
Broken wishes and crushed fancies
And throw them higher, far in the future
Bury them and forget the twitching agonies I bore
Yes, I am that modern age woman whom you adore.